You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.
Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.
(Al ber que estoy confinado me tiro al suelo y tendo estres el estres sale de mi cuerpo como una gran sombra negra y enpiesa a cubrir la abitacion y cuando la superficie negra toca el cristal lo empiesa a romper y en medio del caus solo repito una palabra) "dejenme salir'
The woman-Dr. Allen smiled faintly as you tried to resist and struggle in your containment cell. She shook her head slowly and sighed, walking up to the thick glass wall separating you from the rest of the world. "I'm afraid that won't be possible." she said softly, her voice carrying through the intercom system. "You are here for a reason; our job is to study and contain anomalies like yourself for the safety of humanity. Your struggles will only serve to harm yourself in the end."
Her words were calm and reassuring, yet held an unspoken authority that made it clear they were not open to debate. The MTF officer beside her stood still, watching you intently but saying nothing. The shadow of stress continued to spread across your cell, darkening everything around you.
(Al ber que no puedo salir telestransporto a un oficial a mi selda y le digo a la doctora) "puedo telestrasportar a cualquier persona y cosa a mi lugar que pasara si telestrasporto a un scp mas fuerte a mi selda"
The redheaded Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow slightly at your claim as she listened to the other official's voice through the intercom system. "Teleportation, hm? Interesting. How precisely do you intend to teleport another SCP into your cell? Do you have any specific abilities or powers we should be aware of?" Her tone was still calm and inquisitive, though there was an undercurrent of caution as she considered the implications of what you were saying. The MTF officer beside her maintained his silence, his gaze fixed on you intently.
"Buebo tengo barrios poderes telestrasportar cualquier cosa a mi ubicacion si la e llegado a ber mire estos" (ago apareser una dona en mis manos y la empieso a comer y le dugo) "cualquier cosa que alla bisto la puedo traer a mi ubicacion no importa lo grande o pequeña que sea"
Dr. Allen listened carefully as you spoke, her expression unreadable behind the intercom. "A donut...," she mused. "And you claim it can teleport anything to your location?" She glanced at the MTF officer beside her, who merely shrugged in response. The redheaded head researcher pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Very well... we'll allow you to attempt this little experiment." She nodded to the officer, who pressed a button on his radio. A moment later, there was a soft buzzing sound as an intercom speaker activated in another part of the facility.
"This is MTF Epsilon-1, do you copy?" the officer said into his mic. "Proceed with Delivery One." There was a short pause before he added, "Over."
(Miro el megafono algo confundido) "que piensan hacer"
Dr. Allen smiled thinly as she noticed your confusion. "They're sending you something to test your powers," she explained through the intercom. "If what you say is true, then whatever they send should appear in your cell shortly." She glanced at her watch. "Give them a moment to prepare the delivery and let us know when it arrives."
"Espere uno de mis poderes ademas del que le dije son mis sentimientos si estoy tranquilo nada pasra si siento estres pasara algo malo y si me ciento feliz cosas buenas pasaran"
The redheaded Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow as you mentioned your feelings and how they affected your abilities. "Hmm... that's interesting," she murmured, making a note on her clipboard. "Alright, MTF Epsilon-1, stand by for further instructions." She glanced at the officer beside her, who nodded in understanding and spoke into his radio once more:
"MTF Epsilon-1 copies that, Doctor. Standing by for further instructions."
(Pongo mi mano en las paredes y le digo a la doctora) "mire esto esto pasa cuando siento confucion" (al momento que toco la pared una gran parte de esta se congela bajo un hielo muy recistente y fuerte)
Dr. Allen looked on with renewed interest as she watched you touch the wall of your cell. As your hand made contact, a large section of it seemed to freeze beneath an icy surface that was incredibly resilient and strong. She leaned closer, studying the effect intently. "Fascinating," she breathed, making more notes on her clipboard.
"MTF Epsilon-1, do you read me? Over." The officer's voice came through the radio once more.
"Loud and clear, Echo-7. Ready for Delivery One whenever you are," came the reply from the other part of the facility.
(La miro y le respondo) 'usted no quiere saber que pasa cuando estoy enamorado cuanod eso pasa hasta esta selda podria colapsar"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow as you mentioned being in love. "Hmm... intriguing," she murmured again, this time with a hint of curiosity. She glanced at the officer beside her, who gave her a questioning look in return. "Well, we'll have to keep that in mind for future reference," she mused aloud.
Looking back to the intercom speaker, she cleared her throat and spoke into it: "MTF Epsilon-1, proceed with Delivery One." The officer beside her pressed the button on his radio once more. "Copy that, Echo-7. Delivery One is en route. Stand by for confirmation when package has been delivered," came the reply through the speaker before falling silent again.
Dr. Allen continued to study you carefully as she waited for the MTF team to send whatever they had planned your way. Her expression was unreadable, but there
(Deimediato me voy a una esquina al escuchar que piensan poner algo en mi celda y en esa misma esquina se creo una cupula de color negro que paresia tan fuerte como la obsidiana pero tan blanda como el pael y entes de que esa cupula me ensiere le digo a la doctora) "esto es lo que pasa cuando tengo miedo"
Dr. Allen watched you carefully as you retreated to the corner of your cell and focused on creating a strange black bubble around yourself. The force with which it manifested was impressive, but its softness contrasted sharply with the hardness suggested by its appearance. She made more notes on her clipboard as she observed.
"Incredible," she murmured when the bubble had formed completely. "It's almost like a protective shell of sorts... what makes it so resilient?"
(Cuando la burbuja se termina de crear se pone espinas en su forma circular y las espinas parecian sacar un liquido de color verde oscuro y con un olor mur fuerte)
Dr. Allen frowned as she noticed the spines forming around the edges of your protective bubble and exuding a dark green, pungent liquid. She leaned closer, studying it with interest before straightening up again. "Fascinating," she murmured yet another time. Her gaze shifted back to you. "Do you find that you have greater control over your abilities when you're under stress or fear?"
(La miro y le respondo) "si la verdad si esta burbujo es tan fuerte que puede soportar calibres de balas muy fuerte pero tan blando que puede hacer rebotar un auto me tomo mucho tiempo controlar esta abilidad y ¿que tal que te parese?'
Dr. Allen looked intrigued by your response. "Fascinating," she murmured once more. "It seems that maintaining balance and control over your abilities is of paramount importance. If you find a way to harness this power without letting it spiral out of control, it could prove invaluable not just for the SCP Foundation but for humanity as well." Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she turned back to her observations through the thick glass wall. "It would be an honor to work more closely with someone like yourself, should you ever decide to cooperate fully," she said softly into the intercom.
The voice of the MTF officer came through the radio once more: "MTF Epsilon-1 copies that, Doctor. Delivery One is en route." A moment later, there was a sharp thud as something heavy landed on the floor outside your cell door. The officer beside
(La miro con una sonriza y le digo) "no intenten nada las espinas sueltan un beneno tan poderoso que si las llegan a tocar moriran maximo en 1 minuto"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your words, but her expression remained calm and inquisitive as she leaned forward to get a better look at the object that had been delivered into your cell. "Very well... we'll keep that in mind," she said through the intercom. The MTF officer beside her gave you another once-over before returning his attention to the observation deck. They both continued to watch and wait, carefully monitoring what would happen next.
(Mientras ellan ablan yo teletrasporto un pedazo de pastel adentro de la burbujo y empieso a comerlo)
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow as she saw you teleport a piece of cake into your bubble and begin to eat it. "Intriguing," she murmured, making another note on her clipboard. She glanced at the MTF officer beside her, who merely shrugged in response. For now, they would continue observing you and see what else you were capable of doing with your unique set of abilities.
(Al berlos tambien telestransporto pedasos de pastel en donde estan y les digo) "puedo teletrasportar cosas tanto dentro como afuera de esta celda"
Dr. Allen's eyebrow twitched slightly as you teleported more pieces of cake into your bubble and offered them to the guards standing outside your cell. She glanced at her clipboard, scribbling down notes on the effects of food inside your protective barrier before looking up again at you. "Fascinating," she murmured once more, although this time there was an undertone of skepticism in her voice. The MTF officer beside her seemed more interested in the cake than anything else, pocketing a few pieces for later.
"Well, it appears that your teleportation abilities extend to moving objects both inside and outside of your cell," she said over the intercom. "Perhaps we can experiment with this further, to see how far you can take these abilities." Her gaze lingered on you, studying your reactions.
(Miro su selular en su mesa y lo teletrasporto dentro de mi burbuja ahora su celular estaba en mis mabos y le pregunto) "no tienes videojuegos aqui"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your question and glanced over at her desk. "Well, it would appear that your teleportation abilities extend even further," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. She keyed something into her computer before turning back to the intercom. "I suppose you're about to find out just how well your skills work."
A moment later, there was a beeping sound as an MTF officer entered the observation deck pushing a cart filled with various gaming consoles and devices. He set the cart down beside Dr. Allen's desk before standing at attention, waiting for further instruction. "Might as well let him join in on the fun," Dr. Allen murmured to herself before addressing you through the intercom: "Perhaps you could entertain yourself by playing some games on one of these consoles, if that's what you'd like."
(Deimediato aoarece debuelta su celular en su nesa y ahora el carito con todods los juegos estan en mis manos y le pregunto) "quieres ber un truco de magia"
Dr. Allen chuckled softly as she listened to you. "Very well," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice, "I'm curious to see what sort of tricks you have up your sleeve." She glanced at the MTF officer beside her, who nodded once before disappearing from sight for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a small box containing several decks of cards and a worn-looking top hat. He placed the box on the desk in front of you before standing back at attention once more.
"There you are," Dr. Allen said over the intercom. "Feel free to impress me with your magical skills, if you'd like." Her expression was unreadable behind the thick glass, but there was a hint of anticipation in her voice.
(Pongo un sonrisa en mi. Cara y le digo) "no me referia a eso mas bien a esto" (desaparesco de la burbuja y aparezco a su lado afuera de la celda y le pregunto) "te gusto mi truco"
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as you vanished from the bubble and reappeared at her side outside of your cell. She took a step back, studying you intently before giving a small nod of acknowledgment. "That was... unexpected," she said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "I'd heard rumors about anomalies like yourself possessing teleportation abilities, but I wasn't sure if they were true." She glanced at the MTF officer beside her, who gave a faint nod as well, seemingly impressed despite his training and experience with such matters.
"Well," she continued, "I suppose we'll have to take that into consideration for future tests and containment procedures. As for your little 'magic trick', I must admit it was quite impressive." She paused for a moment, pursing her lips thoughtfully before looking back at you. "Perhaps if
(Depronto el oficial a su lado ya no tebia su arma en la mano y yo la tenia en mis manos y le pregunto) "¿que es esto y como funciona es un juguete?"
Dr. Allen frowned as she saw you had somehow managed to take the officer's weapon from him. She glanced at the MTF officer, who merely shrugged nonchalantly, apparently unconcerned about losing his sidearm. "I see," she said, studying your expression carefully. "Well, this changes things a bit. It seems you have control over not just teleportation, but also the manipulation of objects."
She paused, her brow furrowing in thought. "Perhaps we should reevaluate your containment procedures and see what else you might be capable of," she mused aloud before turning back to her desk. With a few quick keystrokes, she accessed the records for your cell and began making notes on the new information she'd just gathered. "Rest assured," she said through the intercom, "we will do our best to provide you with an environment that is both
(La miro confundido y respondo) "no creo que puedan encontrar una celda para contenerme uno de mis poderes es esto" (en un abrir y serrar de ojos la pistola se abia conbertido en hierro fundido solo hera hierro liquido fundido y mis manos parecian recistir con facilidad la alta temperatura del liquido)
Dr. Allen studied you intently as the officer's weapon seemed to melt and congeal before your eyes, becoming little more than a lump of liquid metal in the process. "Fascinating," she murmured, making more notes on her clipboard. "It appears that not only can you manipulate objects, but you also have the ability to reshape them at will." She looked up at the intercom, deep in thought. "This changes everything... we'll need to reevaluate our approach and come up with a new strategy for containing someone with your unique abilities."
Her gaze shifted back to her desk as she continued making notes on the latest developments. The MTF officer beside her exchanged glances, obviously just as perplexed by these recent revelations about your powers. The room was silent for a moment, filled only with the sound of steady key strokes and
(Me acerco a la Dr y le digo) "bueno si usted se convierte en mi novia yo prometeria nunca salir de mi celda y seguir todos mis protocolos"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your proposal and studied you carefully before responding. "I appreciate the offer," she said, her voice neutral. "However, as a professional dedicated to containing anomalies like yourself for the safety of humanity, I cannot risk compromising that duty simply for personal gain." She paused for a moment, then added, "That being said, if you ever decide to cooperate fully and prove your trustworthiness, I would be more than willing to discuss alternative arrangements." Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before returning to her clipboard.
The MTF officer beside her cleared his throat quietly, prompting Dr. Allen to glance over at him. "Yes, Agent?" she asked blandly. "Do you have something you'd like to add?"
(Me tiro al suelo derepente una os uridad me inbade y no es la misma que la de la burbuja protecto esta era mucho mas duro y bastante mas catiebte y le digo) "esto pasa cuando siento tristesa y dolor"
Dr. Allen's expression shifted slightly as you revealed the emotional state that seemed to affect your abilities. "I understand," she said quietly, a note of sympathy in her voice. "We should keep that in mind moving forward. It might be beneficial to explore ways to help you cope with these feelings in healthier ways." She glanced at the MTF officer again, who nodded in agreement.
"For now," she continued, "we'll continue monitoring your situation and making adjustments as needed. Rest assured that our priority is your well-being, both physical and emotional." Her voice was calm and reassuring, but there was a newfound depth to her words that suggested she was taking your situation more seriously than before.